1,001 Nights

A young woman, slave to her own potential sex addiction and inspired by the story of Scheherazade, embarks on a quest to have a different sexual encounter every night for 1,001 nights. Sara isn't even certain why she decides on this course of action. Is she really this depraved, or does she hope to burn the never-ending desire out of her system? Does she think she can find happiness in the arms of a different lover every night, or does she hope to find true love by sampling the vast array of potential partners?
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They had wasted neither words nor time, and headed straight into
the bedroom. Sara took in the sparse furnishings with a quick
sweep of her eyes: double bed, nightstand, cheap dresser, and a
small TV on a stand opposite the foot of the bed. There were no
decorations to speak of, no curtains, just crooked white
mini-blinds hanging diagonally across a single window. An alarm
clock and an ashtray were on the nightstand, video game
controllers trailed their cords under the television, and a few
random clothing items were heaped on the floor.

She set her purse on the nightstand, careful to avoid the
overfull ashtray. Closing her eyes for a moment, she took a deep
breath trying to master the craving that had driven her into this
room, but only succeeded in succumbing further to her hunger. She
wanted this, wanted these two strangers, wanted them in her and
on her; her body quivered with it. She lifted her sundress off
over her head, dropped it onto the floor, and climbed onto the
unmade bed, lying on her back on the crumpled sheets. She watched
the two men in the doorway, feeling more exposed that normal in
nothing but powder blue panties and wedge sandals with them
leering over her, both fully clothed.

T was rubbing himself through his pants, a strange smile locked
on his face. James stood, hands on hips, surveying her nearly
naked body like a hungry animal eyes raw meat. Knowing they both
wanted her only increased her excitement. The thought of two men
pleasuring her simultaneously stirred things deeper in her than
she dared consciously explore. They were both well built,
muscular, and neither was bad looking. James was downright
handsome. He had a sense of humor, and a disarming smile. If she
were anyone else, she wouldn't be having sex with him; she'd be
withholding it in the hopes that they would make a meaningful
connection, perhaps explore a real relationship. Why didn't she
want that?

James approached the side of the bed, walking slowly as he came
nearer. Sara could see T still immobile out of the corner of her
eye, but her attention was focused on James as he moved closer
until he stood beside her. She rolled onto her side and reached
out for him, her fingers deftly unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning
his pants, and sliding his zipper down. She stared up at him as
she did so, looking for any reaction, but his face was
unreadable. She reached inside his pants and gasped as her
fingers wrapped around him. He was huge.

She pulled at him as gently as she could, trying to release him
from his briefs, and broke eye contact with him. She had to see
if he was actually as big as he felt. He was. He was gigantic.
She knew she must look like an idiot staring at it as if she'd
never seen a cock before, but she never had seen one this big. He
hung more than halfway to his knee, and he was still flaccid. Her
fingertips barely met her thumb when she tried to wrap her hand
around him. She was amazed. James chuckled his quiet amusement
and Sara looked up at him, eyes wide, mouth agape.

"You look surprised." He was grinning now.

"It's so…" Sara fumbled for the right word, "big."

"Ain't big yet." James pushed his hips towards her. "But work it
some, you see big."

Sara slid her hand all the way to the tip. She couldn't believe
it was real. There was no way she could deep throat him. He'd
probably hurt her if she let him put it inside her. She rolled
onto her stomach and edged up the bed until he hung right in
front of her face. She lifted it and looked again in disbelief,
and then closed her eyes and wrapped her lips around him.

Even in her mouth he felt huge, and she resisted the urge to gag.
She hadn't felt that way since she was an inexperienced teen
behind the bleachers, a memory that flashed unbidden into her
mind and was gone again just as suddenly. She moved onto him,
taking him in as far as she could, and felt him hardening. Not
only was he getting firm, the girth of him was expanding as his
arousal rose. She opened her eyes and saw that he was only
halfway in, and knew she'd never get any more into her mouth.

Moving slowly, she slid her lips up and down his length, wrapping
both hands around him as she stroked and sucked. The massive
black shaft was rock hard and finally stopped getting bigger as
she worked him in and out of her mouth. She never thought she
would see a penis so large that was still human. James was making
low noises and his hips were moving against her, pushing in when
she sucked down and pulling back when she did.

"You a dirty girl, ain't you?" His voice was almost a whisper;
his hands played with her hair.

Sara tried to reply, but could only make a muffled "mmph" sound
in her throat. God, he was big.

"You like that cock, huh?" He wrapped one hand in her hair, the
other clasped behind her neck, holding her there as his hips
moved against her more urgently, pushing him in deeper with each
stroke.

Sara felt herself gag with each thrust, tried to suck air in when
he pulled out only to have it cut off again as he pushed himself
into her throat. Her eyes started to water and she heard an awful
wet gagging sound coming from her own throat as she tried to
breathe. This wasn't fun anymore; she was getting frightened that
she might suffocate, fear welling behind her ribcage every time
her oxygen was cut off.

He pulled her onto his cock, fucking her mouth, driving himself
in far deeper than was comfortable. He pulled at her head as he
pushed inside, let her go for a fraction of a second, then rammed
himself back inside. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but she made
no move to stop him. Instead she looked up at him through the
blur of water, watching desire dominate his face as it ruled her
very being.

Sara wasn't sure how much more she could take. She was barely
getting enough air and was afraid she'd black out. Suddenly he
was gone, popping out of her mouth with a sound like a soggy
suction cup loosing its hold. She gasped for breath and opened
eyes she didn't realize she had closed to see him pulling his
pants down around his thighs, a severe expression engraved on his
features.

"Get that pussy over here." He held his cock in one hand, aiming
it straight at Sara.

Sara felt an involuntary tightening in her abdomen as if she were
going to vomit. James grabbed her waist and spun her around on
the bed. She was still willing herself to calm, trying to stop
the heaving reflex within as she edged up to him, her ass right
on the edge of the mattress. He pulled her panties down over her
thighs, hard against her skin as James yanked them down off of
her legs. She spread her legs wide to either side of his hips,
panting as she tried to catch her breath. The bed was shifting
more than her movement alone could account for, and she turned
her head to see T climbing onto the bed from the opposite side
fully nude, his erection not quite as big as that of James, but
still larger than average.

She felt something press between her legs and looked down to see
James right up against her, rubbing himself over her from her ass
to her clitoris. She watched as he lined himself up and slowly
pushed inside her. It stretched her painfully as he forced his
way slowly into her, a whimper escaping her throat. He moved in
and out slowly, deeper with every stroke. Sara's moans were a
mixture of pain and pleasure, surprise and awe. The sheer
presence of him inside her felt as if it struck every never
ending in her body. Every time he moved it was excruciating
bliss, ecstatic agony.

She wanted him to stop, wanted him out of her, please dear God he
was going to rip her in half. She was in pain, but there was
still pleasure underlying it, or was it the other way around? Her
enjoyment of the act must be in the forefront, or wouldn't she
tell him to stop? It was getting easier now, taking him in. Her
own lubrication and his steady rhythm seemed to be reducing her
discomfort, but then T was beside her, pushing his cock into her
mouth and she was lost again, unable to concentrate fully on
either of them.

This was what she had wanted, two men at once, but somehow it
wasn't as sexy as she had imagined. Every time she tried to focus
on giving a world class blowjob to T, James would thrust back
into her too far, too wide, too much. Her gasps of mixed
sensations were stifled by T in her mouth, causing even more
gasping. She reached up to try to push T back, give her some time
to collect herself, focus on what she was feeling, but he pushed
her arms aside, forced them over her head, and pinned them to the
bed with a single hand.

He wrapped the other hand around her throat, and fear cut through
her like a scythe, but he didn't squeeze. It seemed more of a
threat, a warning not to try stopping him again. She lay there,
unable to even participate except as the pincushion in which they
sheathed their pricks. She tried to move with James' thrusts, but
he was so inhumanly large that she found herself moving away from
him, trying to keep him from pushing so deep. He grasped her
hips, holding her where he wanted her, driving deep inside.

This was not what she wanted. She had wanted something sensual,
three bodies moving together as one, not this sense of
helplessness, of being used. She had pictured something beautiful
and erotic but instead received hard, uncaring flesh and cold
reality. This was not what she had expected.

T was lengthening his strokes into her mouth and she felt him
expanding against her tongue and the roof of her mouth. He was
going to come, his quickening strokes and the tightening feeling
she sensed told her as much. She didn't want it in her mouth,
especially not like this where she would be hard pressed to spit
it out. She felt James picking up his pace and knew he was
nearing his climax as well when she suddenly realized: he wasn't
wearing a condom.

In her shock at the size of him she had completely forgotten to
get one from her purse. God, he was almost there and was making
no signs of pulling out. She had to stop him, get him out of her,
God, not inside her. She began thrashing against him, trying to
unwrap her legs, get her arms free from T's hand. Her eyes were
wide with panic, her body shook from more than just the pleasure
running along every nerve. She tried to catch his eye, but he was
watching himself disappear inside her and seemed more focused
than ever, a grimace on his face as he fucked her.

He didn't see her, didn't seem to recognize the fright she was
trying to express. If anything he was reaching deeper, angling
himself up into her, coming close to her G spot. God he was going
to hit it… The world exploded as he hit the spot. Somewhere deep
inside her was a spot she only ever seemed able to find with her
vibrator. Once, maybe twice had a man located and exploited it,
and James had just found it. The world faded into something
unreal as he struck that cluster of nerves or whatever it was
that she called her G spot.

Her nails dug into T's hand where he held her pinned, her legs
locked around James as if she were bolted in place, her entire
body tensed, every muscle contracting as she rode the exquisite
waves towards a mind-numbing orgasm. She was almost there when
she felt the warm explosion as James came inside her. She
couldn't have asked him to stop if her mouth were available, so
lost was she in the feeling James was provoking within her. He
gave her two more long, hard thrusts and sent her over the edge.
She would have screamed but T was in her mouth, the taste of him
salty as he neared his own discharge. James stopped moving inside
her, but even his mere presence was enough to keep her shuddering
as T spewed onto her tongue.

God, they had both come inside her. It was reality, and a
terrible one at that, but her body was still reacting to her
orgasm, and she couldn't concentrate. She tried to spit around T,
still in her mouth, but couldn't. He thrust into her a few more
times and finally pulled out. Sara spit onto the sheet, but she
was certain she'd swallowed some. James pulled out of her slowly;
she felt every inch escape as he left her empty.

T rubbed his cock across her lips, but she was too scared at the
thought of swallowing and letting James come inside her to
respond at all. Pregnancy wasn't likely; she was on birth
control, but what if either of them had some STD. God, she could
get AIDS. Why did she let that happen?

Sara felt wetness on her lips and cheek where T had rubbed
himself. She suddenly felt soiled, unclean, and afraid. She
reached up one trembling hand and covered her mouth. T hopped off
the bed, grabbed something off the floor and started wiping his
cock with it. James gave him a sideways glance, but remained
silent. Sara just sat and stared at nothing. She was nothing but
a dirty whore. They both came inside of her. How could she have
been so stupid?

T threw the rag he had wiped himself with at her, and when Sara
caught it she realized it was her dress. She was disgusted; he
had cleaned himself off all over the neckline of her sundress,
the slob. She shot him an appalled look as she sat up on the bed
shaking her dress out to survey the damage.

Sara's hands fell into her lap and she felt her mouth hang open.
She felt even dirtier now. She knew how they must see her, and
they were probably right. She hadn't given them anything but a
view of a cheap slut who wanted cock, and now that's how T was
treating her.

"G'won." He made shooing motions with both hands. "Git."

Sara looked to James; he had seemed nicer that T from the start.
Maybe he wouldn't be so callus. He stared at her, his face no
longer amused, just blank.

"You got what you want." James shook his head and looked away.
"Best be going."

Sara slid from the bed and shrugged into her soiled dress. She
didn't know how, but T had torn the shoulder strap on the left
side and it hung low, almost exposing her breast. She held it
with one hand, picked up her purse with the other, and mustered
the most stately gait she could as she walked past both men. She
tried to maintain her majestic stride all the way to her car, but
her insides were twisting. She could only think of one thing as
she climbed in and fired up the engine: they had both come inside
her. She had swallowed T's spunk and felt her pussy filled with
James' semen. My God, what have I done?